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Everyone is the 21st century's greatest psychic until there is a cockroach...
Everyone shut up. Mob Monday
The cheap paper plastered on the wall was emboldened by thick block letters and your face smacked in the middle with derogatory messages to make you feel even more distraught about your position.
JUST A SET OF FRAT-HOLES TO BE STUFFED, the bold title came along with a price, the twisted number bringing a fresh wave of tears to your eyes and clouded your vision DON’T PAY HER, THIS WHORE WILL PAY YOU TO FUCK HER!
You reached for the paper, your fingers tugging at the paper but it was a solid, firm arm beside you that ripped it clean.
“You think this is funny?” His sneer and dark tone was centred on someone to your left while you only saw blurry shapes through your tears. “Is this your idea of a joke?”
“Come on, Barnes. Can’t tell me she isn’t getting passed around like a flashlight. Though I don’t know why-“ the alpha to your left was slammed against the wall, and through your action of wiping tears that fell, you had seen Colin holding him against the wall, a hand around his throat while he leaned in, striking fear into the other alpha.
“Take them down. Take them all down.”
“Why should I? You little fuckers think you can run the entire frat? You think you’re so fucking smart and capable. You take them down.”
“Take them down.” Colin pulled the alpha forward to slam him back against the wall. “Now!”
“They’re not the only ones I put up.” He grins and looks at Bucky, their eyes meeting. “The whole campus has some. They all know what a slut-“
“Shut the hell up.” The solid, powerful strike made contact with his jaw, the sickening crunch stirring your ire as yet another of your proposed alphas had come to your defence.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Bucky steered you into his chest, his arm around your waist as the other two of your alphas began dragging their frat brother off. “They’re going to be a while.”
10.4.21
Happy mob Monday!
At least Axel’s sense of humour is still intact
happy mob monday
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